and raked his gaze down the length of her body and back up
to her face, making sure she was all right. "What the hell is going
on?"
She panted and
clasped his shirt. "His dirt bike—she inhaled sharply—Kyle might've tried
to walk to the house, because he wanted to fix his motorcycle. Lee said that's
all he talked about today."
"His bike
isn't at—" He groaned and grabbed her hand. "Come on. I think I know
where he might be."
Past the front
entrance of the bar, Taylor tugged on his hand to slow him. "Take your motorcycle
and leave me, it'll be faster. You have to hurry. If he was going home, he
would've walked by the hotel."
He continued
walking. "The bike's not at home. I hauled it to Raul's house two weeks
ago. Kurt knew that, so he'd head there if he got the stupid idea to go visit
his bike. I swear, I'm going to ground him for life when I find him for pulling
a jerk move like this."
She jogged beside
him, keeping up with his steps. He scanned the street as they crossed the
lanes. Raul only lived three houses down from the bar. He hoped with all his
heart, he'd find his boy safe and unharmed.
Kurt knew better
than to leave a lockdown. He'd promised to obey and stick with his brother. He
was old enough to understand when rules needed to be obeyed. How one thirteen
year old could slip away from at least sixty Bantorus members watching over him
pissed him off. These things shouldn't happen.
"Maybe we
should call Raul before we barge up to his house." Taylor let go of his
hand and jogged faster down the short driveway to the garage.
"No time."
Slade banged on the garage door, yelling Kurt's name. No answer came, and he
moved down the side of the building where the walk-through door was located. He
tried the handle and found it locked. "Fuck."
Taylor beat her
fist on the door. "Kurt!"
"He's not
here. The doors locked." Slade whirled and punched the side of the garage.
"Where the hell is he?"
Pain radiated up
his wrist into his elbow. He concentrated on the discomfort rather than losing
his composure. Panic had come twenty minutes ago when he found Kurt's empty
chair, and now he was scared to death. If anyone hurt his boy, he'd kill and
take his time doing it.
"Honey, we'll
find him." Taylor wrapped her arms around his waist.
He crushed her to
him, needing to believe her, wanting to keep her close, craving to go back to
the bar and get Lee, taking his whole family somewhere safe and away from the
bullshit of Los Li.
"I don't know
where he'd go. Before this bullshit with his mom, I would've known what he was
thinking and could've prevented him leaving." Slade's body coiled tighter.
"Now…I don't know what goes through that boy's head most of the time. He's
been too quiet, keeping everything bottled up inside."
"Would he have
gone to Jodie's?" Taylor asked, rubbing his back.
He swallowed the
lump in his throat and shook his head. "I called her first back at the
bar. She has a right to know Kurt's missing, despite my opinion of her."
Taylor wrinkled her
nose. "What did she say?"
"Said she was
sleeping and I woke her up." Slade growled, stepping away and punched the
garage again.
Taylor reached out,
but he shook her off. This could not be fucking happening.
A rumble from a
motorcycle grabbed his attention. He walked to the end of the driveway and
recognized the rider coming down the street toward him. Raul put his hand out
to the side and sprawled his fingers. Hope filled Slade's chest at the sign
that he wasn't coming with bad news.
Taylor joined him
at the curb. He put his arm around her, and she leaned into his side, laying
her hand on his stomach. Right now, he took that support and held on to it with
an iron fist.
The closer Raul
came, the more anxious Slade became. When he made out the pale arm across
Raul's stomach, he inhaled swiftly, wanting to run out into the street. Instead,
he squeezed Taylor and taking her with him, stepped out onto the street.
He connected his
gaze to Raul, who gave him a
to her face, making sure she was all right. "What the hell is going
on?"
She panted and
clasped his shirt. "His dirt bike—she inhaled sharply—Kyle might've tried
to walk to the house, because he wanted to fix his motorcycle. Lee said that's
all he talked about today."
"His bike
isn't at—" He groaned and grabbed her hand. "Come on. I think I know
where he might be."
Past the front
entrance of the bar, Taylor tugged on his hand to slow him. "Take your motorcycle
and leave me, it'll be faster. You have to hurry. If he was going home, he
would've walked by the hotel."
He continued
walking. "The bike's not at home. I hauled it to Raul's house two weeks
ago. Kurt knew that, so he'd head there if he got the stupid idea to go visit
his bike. I swear, I'm going to ground him for life when I find him for pulling
a jerk move like this."
She jogged beside
him, keeping up with his steps. He scanned the street as they crossed the
lanes. Raul only lived three houses down from the bar. He hoped with all his
heart, he'd find his boy safe and unharmed.
Kurt knew better
than to leave a lockdown. He'd promised to obey and stick with his brother. He
was old enough to understand when rules needed to be obeyed. How one thirteen
year old could slip away from at least sixty Bantorus members watching over him
pissed him off. These things shouldn't happen.
"Maybe we
should call Raul before we barge up to his house." Taylor let go of his
hand and jogged faster down the short driveway to the garage.
"No time."
Slade banged on the garage door, yelling Kurt's name. No answer came, and he
moved down the side of the building where the walk-through door was located. He
tried the handle and found it locked. "Fuck."
Taylor beat her
fist on the door. "Kurt!"
"He's not
here. The doors locked." Slade whirled and punched the side of the garage.
"Where the hell is he?"
Pain radiated up
his wrist into his elbow. He concentrated on the discomfort rather than losing
his composure. Panic had come twenty minutes ago when he found Kurt's empty
chair, and now he was scared to death. If anyone hurt his boy, he'd kill and
take his time doing it.
"Honey, we'll
find him." Taylor wrapped her arms around his waist.
He crushed her to
him, needing to believe her, wanting to keep her close, craving to go back to
the bar and get Lee, taking his whole family somewhere safe and away from the
bullshit of Los Li.
"I don't know
where he'd go. Before this bullshit with his mom, I would've known what he was
thinking and could've prevented him leaving." Slade's body coiled tighter.
"Now…I don't know what goes through that boy's head most of the time. He's
been too quiet, keeping everything bottled up inside."
"Would he have
gone to Jodie's?" Taylor asked, rubbing his back.
He swallowed the
lump in his throat and shook his head. "I called her first back at the
bar. She has a right to know Kurt's missing, despite my opinion of her."
Taylor wrinkled her
nose. "What did she say?"
"Said she was
sleeping and I woke her up." Slade growled, stepping away and punched the
garage again.
Taylor reached out,
but he shook her off. This could not be fucking happening.
A rumble from a
motorcycle grabbed his attention. He walked to the end of the driveway and
recognized the rider coming down the street toward him. Raul put his hand out
to the side and sprawled his fingers. Hope filled Slade's chest at the sign
that he wasn't coming with bad news.
Taylor joined him
at the curb. He put his arm around her, and she leaned into his side, laying
her hand on his stomach. Right now, he took that support and held on to it with
an iron fist.
The closer Raul
came, the more anxious Slade became. When he made out the pale arm across
Raul's stomach, he inhaled swiftly, wanting to run out into the street. Instead,
he squeezed Taylor and taking her with him, stepped out onto the street.
He connected his
gaze to Raul, who gave him a
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